Music Across the Water - Death and the Lady
As I walked out one day, one dayI met an aged man by the way
His head was bald, his beard it was gray
His clothing made of cold earthen clay
His clothing made of cold earthen clay
I said: Old man, what man are you
What country do you belong to
My name is Death hast heard of me
All kings and princes bow down to me
And you, fair maid must come along with me
I'll give you gold, I'll give you pearl
I'll give you costly rich robes to wear
If you will spare me a little while
And give me time my life to amend
I'll have no gold, I'll have no pearl
I want no costly rich robes to wear
I cannot spare you a little while
Nor give you time your life to amend
In six months' time this fair maid died
Let this be on my tomb-stone, she cried
Here lies a poor distressed maid
Just in her bloom she was snatched away
Her clothing made of cold earthen clay
Written by:
Dan Smith, Samantha Smith
Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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